#i was proud of that

[khaire-traveler]

"I don't want to live the rest of my life watching you suffer."

"You won't."

- A part of my conversation with my transphobic brother. A response I was proud of giving. He claimed without Christianity, I would suffer. That as a trans person, I would suffer. He implied that I would forever suffer if I did not "change" something. I mostly went along with what he said during the conversation because if I didn't, he would blow up with anger. But with this, I gave him my simple response. "You won't." -

I will be gone for a little while. I will not post for the next few days - maybe a week. I am moving. And I am finally leaving this place, and all its memories, behind me. It's for the best. Until next time, take care.

[the-lavender-cafe]

ALBATRIO AS PONIES (1/3)

i had so much fun with this! excited to do jay and gill :3

note: PONYSONA COMMISSIONS OPEN! i’ll draw ocs or characters or literally anything as a pony for $10+!! dm me pls i am desperate lol

[pickleking8]

7 - Adoption Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be - Chapter Seven

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TW: kidnapping, blood mention (used in a metaphor/simile)

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Danny woke up with an awful headache and an aching body to accompany it. Ancients, he missed his healing factor. This sucked. With a groan, he rolled over and stuffed his face into his pillow. His surprisingly plump pillow. In a groggy confusion, he narrowed his eyes and glared at the unstained, unflattened, clean and soft pillow that still bore an indentation from where his head had lain. This was not his pillow (or, if one was being accurate, the hotel’s pillow). 

Well, he was wide awake now. Flying up (not literally, sadly), he took in the room with wide eyes. It was large, and lovingly decorated, with soft blue walls and shelves upon shelves of books. Fancy ones, too, all the old undecipherable ones that Danny always got bad scores on. The books were well worn, with creased spines and softened corners from years of use, but lacking any rips or tears, speaking to the reverence that whoever had loved these books had had for them. Danny’s books never got that kind of treatment. Danny’s books were always either with uncreased spines, forever unopened and forgotten, or with taped covers, dog-eared pages, and dropped unceremoniously on his rickety desk. 

This was a bedroom, a bedroom belonging to a rich kid who loved books and who treated them with a respect that Danny never had the energy to give. This was a room with no glow in the dark stars scattered in constellations that took hours of painstaking work to get perfectly accurate. This was a room that was neat and cared for, opposing the jumble of clothes and dishes and half-finished homework that always lay strewn across Danny’s floor. 

This was not a room for Danny. Which was honestly a relief, Danny thought, realizing the implications of a room tailored to him. 

Cautiously getting up, Danny finally noticed the weight that hung heavy in the room. The air was stiff and stagnant, and it smelled like a sweater that had been left at the bottom of a wooden drawer, forgotten and passed over until a biting chill came. This was a room where time had gone on with only foreign visitors there to witness its static air and slow decay. The sense of decrepitude was pervasive. And yet, the room was pristine, spotless even. 

It was like a room in a museum. No one sat on this furniture or slept in this bed or opened the window at night to hear the rain better. Caretakers kept the dust from collecting in the folds of the blankets and on the shelves that held the books, but the only people in this room were outsiders. Foreigners, imposters even. They did not belong. They did not love the books on the shelves or the shade of blue that adorned the walls or the silky texture of the sheets on the bed. They did not carefully choose the toys that sat on the windowsill or the color of the lava lamp on the desk or the placement of the bed or chair or that poster on the wall. They did not love the stuffed animal that sat forgotten on the bed (in fact, they did not even know that its name was Bennet) and they did not feel proud of the achievements on the wall. They did not live there.

And neither did Danny. It felt wrong to be in this room that was so clearly someone else’s. He felt like an imposter, like a cheap replacement for whoever had picked so much at the now frayed corner of the pillowcase. He didn’t want to be in this room anymore. 

Another pounding beat of the headache reminded him forcefully of his situation. He wanted Jazz. Jazz would know what to do. Where was Jazz?

Okay, Danny, focus. You’ve been kidnapped, presumably, and are in a room that you should not be in. For both imposter reasons and kidnapping is bad reasons, he thought, Best thing to do is leave before whoever kidnapped you comes back, and get back to Jazz. Yes, Jazz. 

The window proved to be an inadmissible path of escape. He was several stories up, and while he wouldn’t mind fucking up this rich fruitloop’s nice rosebushes, lacking his flight, he would surely break several bones concluding the trip down, so he decided against that route with a curse upon his luck. He did, however, take note of the fact that it was now daytime, midafternoon by the looks of it. Meaning that he had been out for at least ten hours. Not good. Jazz would be worried. He was worried.

The door opened silently and smoothly. No hinges lamented their fate and nothing caught upon the door to slow its languid swing. Danny found himself in a long hallway lit with yellow bulbs that bathed the rows and rows of closed doors in a melancholy light. Danny, who was already thoroughly frightened, felt his apprehension grow and his painfully slow heartbeat begin to quicken. Funny, almost, how his fear made him seem more human (regrettably, the Drs. Fenton had not seen it that way).

He padded softly against the lush carpet, bare feet shuffling along the luxurious patterned strands, contrasting the rough, creaking floorboards of the hotel that he had become accustomed to. This did not ease his tensions. If anything, it increased them. Why was he here, in a place so different, and how? They were clearly rich. 

…Danny didn’t like rich kidnappers who gave him headaches. Honestly, the list of things he didn’t like was growing bigger and bigger with each passing day. Danny decided he didn’t approve, both of the growing list and of the situation (whatever it may be) that he was currently in. 

The hallway stretched on, and as Danny trekked through it, dragging his feet in reluctance all the while, it seemed to warp and twist maliciously. The walls seemed to grow taller and loom nearer, closing him in, and the faces in the paintings seemed to stretch and distort, contorting into caricatures with leering eyes and cruel smiles with wicked teeth. And the carpet, the ornate Persian carpet. It seemed to unfurl further and further, a personal walkway through hell colored red as blood. Danny shivered and trudged on, shying away from the walls and the shining yellow lights that looked much too much like eyes.

Abruptly, he found himself at a stairwell. While the hallway had been much too hot for his liking, all close and warm and personal, the stairway was a cool marble, distant, cold, and unfeeling. That carpet continued, though, winding ever further in front of him. Eager, eager, eager to find the end of that harsh, glaring red (at least it wasn’t green, thank the Ancients it wasn’t green), Danny started down the stairs at a much faster pace, and only increased his speed, until he was tripping and stumbling his way down, the carpet as slippery as slick, wet blood. Finally, finally, the stairs and the carpet and the leering faces and the too-close walls came to an end, and he was met instead with a sea of shifting black hair and shiftier eyes, all of which were turned uncannily on him and stared wide and unblinking, watching, and waiting, though for what, Danny didn’t know. So he stood there, shivering, afraid, and utterly alone, stranded on an island amid an ocean of strangers.

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Ta-da! I'm really proud of this one, I think it turned out well and it was fun to write, so I hope y'all like it too! I also want you guys to notice that I named the stuffed animal after Pride and Prejudice characters that I 100% didn't google. Because I was pretty happy with that. Anyway, thank you for reading!

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Taglist: @tkiesai

[theskyexists]

I should have known. I should have known

[tavdraws]

Lae’zel and Shadowheart have a girls, pyjama makeover night with my Tav, Demetara.

*Disclaimer - background is from the game and is not my own art*

[beauzos]

one of the major challenges in making promos was that i generally never used people’s art in my promos because i didn’t think that was right. i only ever used art if i commissioned it myself (which i always did for my twinsmily promos) or if i asked for permission to use it, like with Porky’s. and i did that with Porky’s because the art was just so genuinely perfect and it fit right with what i wanted to do that i actually asked.

i just don’t like to ask if i really don’t have to, but i also refuse to use art for promotional materials without permission, so i just did my best not to. i used a fan animation on YouTube for some promo stuff with Claus n Porky though, which i guess i sort of saw as different-- i had no chance of ever being able to contact this person though, they’d been inactive for years. that was the one exception.

but that did make making promos for Mother stuff a challenge since there’s no official art or anything like that. it was fun figuring it out, though.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[badolmen]

People against piracy fail to realize that no, I can’t just ‘buy it.’ They stopped making DVDs and Blu-Rays. They’re barely offering digital copies for download. I am not spending money I could use for food or bills to pay for a subscription service just so I can always have access to a beloved piece of media. Especially not when the service will remove media on a whim without concern for how the loss of access to that piece will make its artistic conservation nigh impossible.

For example, I recently learned that Disney+ had an original film called Crater. It’s scifi, family friendly, and seems cool - I would love to buy it as a holiday gift for my little brother! But: it’s exclusive to D+ and THEY REMOVED IT LITERALLY MONTHS AFTER ITS RELEASE.

The ONLY way I can directly access this film is through piracy. The ONLY available ‘copies’ of this film are hosted on piracy websites. Disney will NEVER release it in theaters, or as something to buy, and it may NEVER return to the streaming service. It will be LOST because we aren’t allowed to purchase it for personal viewing. If I can’t pay to own it, I won’t pay for the privilege of losing it when corporate decides to put it in a vault.

So yes, I’m going to pirate and support piracy.

Edit: if you are able, use $5 you would otherwise use for a streaming subscription to donate to a GazaFunds campaign.

[trisarahtops-sketches]

Just dragon girl things <3

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[crabussy]

challenged myself to make simpler redesigns that match the show constraints because I often create very complex designs and I wanted to see if I could make something I liked without going too over the top!! pretty happy with these [:

if you have any questions about my design choices ask away!!

part 2 with ten gazillion background characters including sunburst, luna, and twilight's canterlot friends!

[pebblume]

chilshi week day 5: cuddling + kiss

stills under the cut!

[cozystars]

!!! BUILT LIKE BILBO BAGGINS !!!

[hinamie]

mentor

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to